One can only read another life's story on pages spelt!

One can only read another life's story on pages spelt!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the story goes
another chapter unfolds
revealing the pages creased
beyond the epilogue
lies the truth beneath.

The uncertainty unknown,
the train of fiction
rides through the changes
of weather biographical
resisting automation.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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this reminds me of writing stories on a very old typewriter...takes longer, harder for the keys to rebound...but the loving, caressing fingers found their way along letters..making something worth even more...technology speeds us up, but maybe not for the better.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..